light morning frost
fills the old footprints
in the concrete walk
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Charles Trumbull
Charles Trumbull is an editor for Encyclopaedia Britannica and lives in Evanston, Illinois. He has been writing haiku since 1991. He was editor (1996-2002) of the Haiku Society of America Newsletter, president of the HSA in 2004 and 2005, and an organizer of the Haiku North America 1999 conference. He is currently editor of Modern Haiku and proprietor of Deep North Press, a publisher of haiku books.
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So much embedded here —
memories, a sense of timelessness…
and a lovely remembrance for Nov. 11.
morning sun
faint columns of mist rise
from the headstones
So much embedded here —
memories, a sense of timelessness…
and a lovely remembrance for Nov. 11.
morning sun
faint columns of mist rise
from the headstones
cast in terra cotta stones
Magnetic Poetry kits
for poetic gardeners
Superbly executed. Nice!
covered with concrete
the old shoes in the corner …
time adds wrinkles
touching!
on the path we met
leaves twirl
as if in joy
silence
late night, humidity —
where it was raining earlier
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